Recalling the summer of 1996, a memory spurred on from a song played during that time.
Didn’t think it was approaching…
Started with a vintage melody…
What a trigger…BANG!
Really whistling, an unmistakable recollection of a long ago summer
The highway with miles of possibilities, regrets in the rearview mirror
Bottles of Snapple clanging in chorus on the floor,
Discouraging thoughts left in the cold open
These current times have proven the absolute alternate,
Yet certain memories aren’t measured in distance
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